Poem: Blue Bottle Surrender

blue-bottles

Blue Bottle Surrender

And you wonder what was in them,
poison or elixir?
Were they designed to help those who partook
forget or heal?
What need drove the purchase
and what whim made them keep the bottles?

Why blue?
Where did they come from?
Did they quietly wait on a shelf for the needy to find them,
or were they sold, slick as snake oil by a peddler passing through?
Did they work the promised magic
or not?

This is how my mind works,
always questions,
rarely answers,
finally surrender
to the beauty.

About this poem

Everything has a story. Now and then I get to hear it. More often, I don’t.

Tom

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